Greg's POV
The next morning, the air felt heavy as we stood near the black SUVs, ready to bid farewell to Diego, Sting, Katrina, and the rest of the Bullet Club.
They were heading back to their country now that Kevin was out of the picture and their mission was done.
Diego clapped me on the shoulder, a grin on his face. “You’ve got this, Greg. Just don’t screw it up, yeah?”
I chuckled. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Sting nodded in approval. “You’ve proven yourself. But remember your promises, Greg. We’ll be watching.”
Katrina lingered a little longer, her smile softer than usual as she looked at me. “Good luck, Greg. I hope you figure out what you want.”
Aurora stood beside me, her arms crossed. She stayed quiet, only nodding politely at their goodbyes. Her gaze flickered to
